... They have classes? His face pinches in confusion, and a hundred questions rush through him --
It doesn't matter. They don't have time for any of that.
"Well," he says, trying to collect himself, "I cannot say I attended either, so that makes two of us."
Whatever it is they teach here in a 'dragon riding' class, Wrathion knows none of it. Hold on? Lean close to the dragon? Ugh, presumably commands. He's just not going to think about it.
"I can take you," he adds, "If you are agreed. I had considered going myself, and will draw less scrutiny with a rider."
A black dragon among white dragons will never draw no scrutiny, but he cannot do much about that. As he glances back at the riders, several things occur to him. One, they're all packing for a long ride. Two, in the rough winds of a sandstorm, a decent way to hold on will be important. Wrathion... has never worn a saddle, nor any kind of reins.
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... They have classes? His face pinches in confusion, and a hundred questions rush through him --
It doesn't matter. They don't have time for any of that.
"Well," he says, trying to collect himself, "I cannot say I attended either, so that makes two of us."
Whatever it is they teach here in a 'dragon riding' class, Wrathion knows none of it. Hold on? Lean close to the dragon? Ugh, presumably commands. He's just not going to think about it.
"I can take you," he adds, "If you are agreed. I had considered going myself, and will draw less scrutiny with a rider."
A black dragon among white dragons will never draw no scrutiny, but he cannot do much about that. As he glances back at the riders, several things occur to him. One, they're all packing for a long ride. Two, in the rough winds of a sandstorm, a decent way to hold on will be important. Wrathion... has never worn a saddle, nor any kind of reins.